As soon as she was gone, my grandmother said, “My gosh, she’s beautiful. Charming. Sassy. Boy, do I like her.”
I didn’t realize I was still staring at the doorway, and turned my head toward my grandmother. “I have to get back to work, Grandma. I’ll bring Ben in a few days to see you.” I got up from the chair and kissed her cheek. “I’m glad you’re doing so much better.”
“Gavin,” she said as I neared the door, and I turned around as she added, “I won’t apologize for wanting you to find love. It’s one of the best things I’ve ever experienced in my life.”
“I know. I found love once, Grandma, and that was enough ...” I didn’t need to say another word, so I walked out of the room, and after passing a few doorways, Emily was making her way back, heading right for me. “I can’t seem to stop running into you.”
How was she more gorgeous than she had been less than a minute ago?
How was that smile making my hard-on rage?
How was her power so strong that it forced me to grin?
She nudged me with her shoulder as she reached me and then winked. “Then stop following me.”
I waited a couple of paces and peeked over my shoulder. She was just about to go into Grandma’s room, which gave me a final view of her ass.
An ass I needed to fuck ...
Goddamn it.
Chapter Eleven
Emily
Maya flopped down on my bed next to me, moving onto her back, the same way I was positioned, staring at the white popcorned ceiling. She nestled her head into one of my fluffy pillows and released a long, deep breath. “What day is it?”
We were still in our scrubs, neither of us apparently having the energy to shower and change even though we’d gotten home from work a half hour ago. I hadn’t even moved from my bed during that time. I’d been sucked into the mattress, and it had no intention of letting me go.
“Friday, I think.”
She laughed. “Youthink?”
“Yep.” I rolled toward her and used the pillow to prop up my head. “All day yesterday, I thought it was Wednesday. Until I was chatting with Bettie and I happened to mention that it was Wednesday, and she told me it was Thursday. At least, I’m pretty sure that went down yesterday, and if so, that would make today Friday. I think ...”
That conversation with Bettie had taken place several hours after I’d had sex with her grandson in the supply room. A move that was pretty reckless on my part, but I had no regrets. I couldn’t get enough of that man.
Which meant if today really was Friday, then I’d spent the last two days aching for him.
Wanting him.
Yearning for him.
But did he feel the same?
Did his thoughts go beyond his needs?
Last night, while I was in bed, I wanted so desperately to look at the spot where Maya was now lying and have Gavin there. I wanted to smell him in the air. I wanted his fingers to be crawling down my body, stopping between my legs, rather than my own hand. When I got off, I wanted it to be from his tongue. And when the shudders finally stilled in my stomach, I wanted to be surrounded by his arms and not the cool emptiness of my room.
What did he do when he got into bed last night? What did he think about?
If he wrapped his fingers around his dick, was it me he saw behind his eyelids?
Or was he already sleeping with someone else?
Ugh, I couldn’t even put my brain there without feeling sick.
“How funny that the eighty-four-year-old can keep the days straight,” Maya said. “Meanwhile, we’re less than half her age, and we’re a hot mess.” She groaned.
